In particular, Melissa said that Caitlin had red marks on her wrists.
But Shane was in charge and Caitlin's son. How could he abuse his mother?
This was something problematic.
Lyra had the porridge while asking him, "Shane is the deputy director of the National Investigation Bureau, right? What do you know about him?"
Malcolm's hand, which was feeding her the porridge, paused, and his face looked cold, hiding displeasure.
"Why are you asking about him all of a sudden? Last night at the party, you were fascinated with his look?"
He sounded jealous.
He remembered that Anthony and Shane looked particularly similar, but the color of their eyes was different and the aura was different as well.
Lyra was speechless.
She flicked him on the forehead, "What are you thinking about!? You are even jealous about that? Are you missing the ruler?"
He did not answer. With his sulky face, apparently he was not tamed yet.
Lyra sighed and explained to him in a serious manner, "I am worried about Melissa, so I am asking you about him. I already have kids with you. How can I fall in love with other men?"
That sounded much more comfortable, and Malcolm knew what to do.
"Shane is sophisticated and cunning. He's scheming and adept at overtly agreeing but covertly opposing. I have known him for so many years. I know he values interests most. He's realistic and rational and doesn't care about kinship and love."
Lyra got it, "So, in that case, is it possible for him to hurt Caitlin if she has an impact on his interests?"
"This ..." Malcolm looked down and pondered for a moment, "It is not easy to judge that. After all, she's his mother. He should not be abusive to her."
The more he said, the more Lyra worried about Melissa, "I hope Melissa can get through the return party peacefully, and from then on become a true daughter of a wealthy family. Then she can get engaged with Keith early and get married."
Malcolm put down the bowl of porridge, wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his head on her stomach.
"Instead of worrying about her getting married, why don't you think about when our wedding is going to be?"
"Er ..." Lyra pondered slightly, "Our babies are just a month old now, too small. It's not too late to have a wedding when they're older."
When it came to their babies, Malcolm couldn't say anything more lest Lyra would think he didn't care about them again.
He rubbed her belly with abandon and continued to persuade, "It's okay to postpone the wedding, but why don't we take a honeymoon trip abroad first?"
"No, our babies are still so young. If we travel, it will take many days. Sophia will need to take care of two babies at the same time. It's so overwhelmed. Just wait until they become teenagers and have the ability to take care of themselves before considering it."
If they wanted to travel, they actually had to wait so long!
It was too miserable!
He felt suffocated but couldn't question it. Lyra's ruler was in the nightstand drawer and the wash board was in the closet.
Those two hateful things invariably oppressed him.
Lyra stroked along his short hair while her thoughts went out of her mind.
She suddenly remembered Melissa's request last night and hurriedly called Keith, telling him word for word what Melissa had asked her to pass on.
"...Keith, that's basically what happened. Melissa thinks the Callahan family's secret is not simple, but her phone was confiscated. She has to ask me to pass it on to you."
On the other end of the line, Keith spoke with his bass voice after a long interval.
"Okay, Rar,a I get it. I'll check this out properly later."
"Keith, when are you planning to go to the Callahan family to propose the engagement? I'll arrange my schedule in advance and go with you then."
Keith thought about it, "The day after the return party."
"Great."
...
The days of waiting for the return party to arrive were exceptionally peaceful.
Lyra was usually at Lyre Spiti and the Lloyd Group.
Two days before the return party, Angle Group recruited a new group of experienced trainees, and she heard that they all look pretty good, so Lyra planed to go and check out herself.
Malcolm must not know about this. Otherwise, he might carry her home that day.
She left Malcolm at Lyre Spiti to take care of the babies with Sophia and attend to business remotely.
Then she drove to Angle Tower.
Twenty-four handsome trainees stood in three rows in a regular manner.
They were all young and good-looking men, which was pleasing to the eyes.
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